October 12: Versa Vice

This afternoon we drove down to the pub

And saw that we had already arrived,

For parked fortuitously near to a shrub,

The model, make, and color that we drive.

And since the street had no more empty space,

With our past selves we felt a little vexed

That by their lingering we were displaced,

Who knew what inconvenience they’d cause next?

But then, upon a cross street I espied

A space much closer to our destination.

We slid into it with a dash of of pride

That really didn’t bear examination.

We had to lau...